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she grasped with all her might,
she sang a sad song to honor the lost

she grasped so tighty i thought it was going to brust,
her hand stopped the blood flow and the pounding which beat until the pounding became slower abd slower until finally it stopped for his first life

lest she forget what she did to him, for she committed the crime in which the only punishment is living alone in despair.

Always Remember too much of a good thing is a bad thing and too much of a bad thing is still a bad thing.





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